The old man with the viola draws it to a close
on a stretched third.
It is beautiful. Unutterably so.
And I mean that literally.
You will never hear it again.
Something similar, maybe.
If you can remember it. How it went.
What you did.
Is that cruel? To give us a song
so beautiful, only to deny us from
hearing it again? I don't think it is.
There are so many more paths.
So many more chances.
It was good and now it's time
for the next thing. Always.
Always forward.
(Although if you really want
you can draw it closed with the viola one more time.)
1 comment:
haha I didn't have the flu, my professor did. I'm just germaphobic.
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